FIVE POEMS
Chance darkened me.
Chance darkened me
as a morning darkens,
preparing to rain.
It goes against its arc,
betrays its clock-hands.
The day was a dark-eyed giraffe,
its unfathomable legs
kept walking.
A person is not a day,
not rain,
no gentle eater of high leaves.
I did notThe day inside me,legs and lungs, kept walking.
